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you have the look they say could kill well i'm not dead, though sufferin' still. i have a mind to tell your mother the way you smile when you're with the other. she'd say she warned me at the start not to burp and hold the fart. whatever, no matter, i really don't care im not even bothered, just gimme some air. let me rip this old rug up it stinks of old poop de la pup. i had a gripe to air today so I let it out and blew you away. n'er the mare before the cart show me your money and then your heart. gimme a kiss, and make it quick I can't take pleasure, it gets me sick. a house that smells of fresh cut flowers can't numb heartache, but sweetens the sours. drop kick me out to the farthest field I'll roll back home when all has healed.
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